The Three Little Pigs

Once upon a time, there was a mother pig who had three little pigs. They needed to set out into the world and build their own houses.

The first little pig decided to build a house of straw. He met a farmer carrying a bundle of straw and said, “May I please have some straw to build a house?” The farmer agreed, and the little pig quickly put up a flimsy straw house. Then he lay down for a nap, feeling very proud.

Soon, a big bad wolf came by and saw the straw house. He knocked on the door and growled, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” But the little pig remembered his mother’s warning and answered, “Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!” The wolf grinned and said, “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” He took a deep breath and blew the house down. The first little pig barely got away and ran to his brother’s house.

The second little pig decided to build with sticks. He came across a woodcutter who gave him a bundle of sticks. The little pig tied up the sticks and built a stick house, thinking it was stronger than straw. He settled in and felt safe.

But the wolf showed up again. He knocked and demanded, “Little pig, little pig, let me come in!” “Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!” said the second pig. The wolf laughed: “Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house down!” He huffed and puffed, and the stick house fell apart. Both pigs ran off and headed for their oldest brother’s brick house.

The third little pig was wise. He worked hard and built a sturdy brick house. When the two frightened brothers burst in, he quickly locked the door. “Don’t worry,” he said, “we will get through this together.”

Soon the wolf turned up at the brick house. He pounded on the door and shouted, “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in!” The three pigs replied, “Not by the hair of our chinny-chin-chins!” The wolf huffed and puffed with all his might. But he could not blow the house down.

The wolf thought up a trick. He said, “Little pigs, I know a wonderful turnip field. Let’s meet tomorrow at six in the morning. I will pick you up, and we can dig turnips together.” But the clever pig saw through the plan. He woke up early, went to the field at five, and made off with a basket of turnips before the wolf arrived. When the wolf came to get him, the pig said, “I’ve already been and back, and the turnips are boiling in the pot!”

The wolf was furious but didn’t give up. He suggested an apple tree at Merry Garden. “I will come round tomorrow at five,” said the wolf. The pig got up even earlier this time, climbed the tree, and filled up a bag with apples. As he was climbing down, the wolf showed up earlier than expected. The pig threw down an apple far away, and while the wolf ran after it, the pig jumped down and ran home.

Finally, the wolf came up with a last evil plan: to come down the chimney. But the clever pig put on a huge pot of water with a roaring fire. The wolf slide down the chimney, landed directly in the boiling water, and jumped out with a howl. He ran away as fast as he could and was never seen again. And the three little pigs lived happily ever after.